User blog comment:Biggren/The Northern March/@comment-1298206-20130321015219/@comment-3135907-20130401211504

After checking Banglo for signs of life and finding negative results, Gruffle sheathes his rapier blade. His voice is low and fierce when he at last speaks: "Mark me words, matey, Blagg Grindle an' his dirty ratfilth crew won't be gone fer good until we makes `em that way!"

The logboat, being a sturdily-built craft, survived the attack- though it capsized under the hail of water rat arrows. Without waiting for any replies Gruffle swims out to it and rights it with some effort. "What happened to our supplies? Did they git washed away?"